I'm best friends with the teacher. This is not a joke. We are crazy tight.

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I go grocery shopping regularly.

On my last trip I bought granola, tea, protein bars, and yogurt. I feel like a thirtysomething health-nut.

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My planner organizes my life.

Work I have to do, events I need to put in my calendar, reminders to make appointments, or my weekly yoga class. It's all in there. Color-coded and everything.

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I have way too meetings to go to.

The amount of times I turn down plans with the excuse, "I can't, I have a meeting then" is sickening.

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I've adopted my parents' everything.

I find myself resorting to my father's sense of humor far too often. I go on raids of my mother's closet consistently. And my father and I enjoy doing the crossword together.

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Fast food has become a little revolting.

I feel like it's typical of teens to obsess over taco bells' latest menu addition or the deals happening at Starbucks. I've never been big on fast food, but I can't stand big-corporation food companies anymore.

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Going off that last one- I check everything to see if it's organic.

Organic. I really am my mothers' daughter.

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My must-read list is long. I'm slowly convincing my book club to read them, one by one.

The most adultish and alarming part of this one: I'm part of a freaking book club.

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I plan trips.

This may not be weird, but instead of watching Netflix in my free time I like to plan vacations and obsess over price changes in plane tickets. I planned an entire weeklong trip to California for my dad and I, down to the last detail. So we went.

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Baths are my best friend.

Many kids have this idea in their heads that baths are like "sitting in your own filth". (bona fide kid quote) Not only do I fundamentally disagree with this statement, I also don't give a shit. Baths are fucking amazing.